WE know, O faltering heart, Thy need is great: But weary is the way that leads to art, And all who journey there must bear their part -- Must bear their part, and -- wait. The way is wild and steep, And desolate: No flowers blossom there, nor lilies peep Above the walls to warn you, as you weep, With one white whisper -- "Wait." You will find thorns, alas! And keen as fate: And, reaching from rank fens of withered grass, Briers will clutch your feet, nor let you pass -- And you must wait -- must wait. And though with failing sight You see the gate Of Promise locked and barred, with swarthy Night Guarding the golden keys of morning-light, -- Press bravely on -- and wait. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTRY WEATHER by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) SWEET MEETING OF DESIRES by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE DAUGHTERS OF WAR by ISAAC ROSENBERG SUNRISE OVER THE SIERRAS by HENRY MEADE BLAND FEMININE TALK by MAXWELL BODENHEIM IN THE SUBJUNCTIVE by BERTON BRALEY IN MEMORIAM G.D. by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |